The Wax Child Bretagne where the elderly must inhabit

where the elderly must inhabit buildings shaped like igloos and birthday cakes

In this issue we spend some days in the Vorkarwendel in Bavaria where we find the mountain giants surveying the land

rough and beautiful visual testimony of a unique and unrepeatable historical moment

passing through mountains of gnocchi and blossoming salads

weaving together the latest findings in environmental science with magical spells

The Wax Child Bretagne where the elderly must inhabitIt was a black night in the year 1620 when Christenze Krukow made the wax child, when she melted down beeswax and set it in the image of a small human. For days, she carried it tucked beneath her arm, shaping it with the warmth of her flesh, giving it life. She fashioned for it eyes and ears that cannot open, and yet it watches and listens. It looks on as Christenze is haunted by rumour, it hears what the people whisper. It sees how, in the